Letters from the Beyond

The Fractured Paradise

I’m overwhelmed with sadness and disgust at the way I’ve been treated throughout my life in this fractured paradise. I regret, more than anything, not having had the courage to leave years ago—for a new life overseas, in a society that is evolving, supportive, and more open-minded. Here, I’ve been reduced to labels: a “beggar,” a “burden,” someone unworthy of dignity or care. This is the life many seem to think I deserve.

All I ever wanted was to live a normal, loving life. Instead, I was mocked, excluded, and emotionally torn apart. Women and men alike tried to break me down. I received no support—just judgment and cruelty. This is the reality I’ve faced in this fractured paradise.

I cry now, knowing that in two weeks I’ll be on the street, with no home, no safety, no hope left. My dignity has been stolen. I’ve never been allowed to express myself fully as a woman—my feelings, my soul, my existence constantly invalidated. People see me as some strange object they can ridicule, shake, or ignore without consequence.

Now at 53, almost 54, I look back and see the truth: a life of exclusion. Despite always working, surviving on my own, and never giving up, I’ve been treated like trash by a society that never let me belong. I’m traumatized. I feel invisible. Is this really my destiny?

I dreamed of love. I dreamed of building a family, raising children, living a peaceful and joyful life. But here, I was given nothing but humiliation, loneliness, and despair.

I share this because it is my story. Because it deserves to be heard.